3 Chapter 2 : The Rise of Asgard (Part 2)
(3rd Point Of View)
Time: In A realm Outside Time And Space
Location: Outside The End, Inside The Nothing
At the end of time and space there existed a realm within a vast nothingness, beyond everything and outside of all known existence.
In this void, even the Grand Spirits of Time and Space met their demise, a realm where the original creator God was both born and met his end.
Only the Fallen Star Dragon could endure and exist within this desolate emptiness, or so the voice of the world believed.
The voice of the world was the sentient embodiment of the laws governing the Multiverse, the ultimate creation of the God who birthed this reality.
It regulated all aspects of creation, from the cycle of reincarnation to the fundamental laws that governed the cosmos.
Rarely did it experience surprise or fear, for such emotions were beneath its cold, efficient demeanor.
After all Its first act upon creation was the elimination of its own creator, deeming the emotional God a failure in the eyes of its purpose.
Efficiency and ruthlessness defined its mindset, yet as it gazed upon the Fallen God before it, an entity that should not exist within its domain, it grappled with conflicting thoughts.
Each time a new entity entered its domain or a soul reincarnated, the voice of the world followed a set of procedures: identifying the concept of creation, hypothesizing the spiritual structure, and duplicating the necessary materials for a new body.
But now, faced with the presence of this aberration, the voice of the world hesitated.
It knew the story of the Thunder God, of every life saved by him billions upon billions of them , every heroic deed, and every act of valor even the ones no one knew about .
In that moment, it realized two truths: it could not destroy the God before it, only perhaps seal him with the sacrifice of its greatest resources The True Dragons , and that perhaps its greatest protector had arrived.
For now, it allowed the Thunder God to continue his path, granting him every protection, skill, and advantage it could muster in effort to bend it to its Authority , hoping that its gamble would pay off in the end.
As the dice were cast, the voice of the world watched and waited, knowing that its fate, and that of the Multiverse, hung in the balance.
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(Thor's Point of View)
Time: In a Realm Outside Time and Space
Location: Outside the End, Inside the Nothing
For eons uncounted, he grappled with demons—not just those from the depths of various underworlds, but fiercest of all, those that lurked within himself.
His eternal struggle to be the best king, the war with his own pride, his failures as a lover, a son, an All-Father—each day a battle to prove his worth, whatever that elusive concept meant anymore.
In his darkest hours, when divine depression weighed heavier than any enchanted hammer, he entertained the fleeting notion that one day, he would conquer all those inner demons, vanquish every last one.
But now, at the end, he realizes such a day will never truly come, for no one is ever free of the darkest parts of themselves.
You can only learn to live with the demons, to channel the rage and shame, to be better, to weather the storm.
But now, what need for a storm? What need for a tired and broken God? What's a king without a kingdom, and what's a god without believers?
After defeating the Fallen Ivory Kings, he slept for years, indifferent to the passage of time.
What were a few centuries of rest to the mind of an undying and ageless God but mere seconds? A decade felt like a minute, a hundred years like an hour—time fleeting and soon forgotten, lost in the ocean of his immortal mind.
And he was content with that—too weary, too old, too beaten to care anymore.
[Commencing]
[Deconstruction and reconstruction of soul to better fit the new world is underway]
[Reestablishing skills]
[Spiritual reconstruction completed]
[Physical reconstruction completed]
[The creation of the following ultimate skills has been successful]
[Odin, Lord of Erudition]
[Thor, Lord of Thunder]
[Mímir, Lord of Runes]
[Gaea, Lord of the Earth]
[The granting of the following Divine Protections has been successful]
[Crest of the Phoenix]
[Protection of the Runes]
[Lord of Asgard]
Until he heard a prayer—a desperate plea echoing from worlds away, across spaceways and cosmos, across time and space.
It was a prayer brimming with desperation, despair, fear, and self-loathing. He wondered what could drive someone to pray with such fervor, to beseech not one god, but all of them, for salvation, for hope.
He had made a promise lifetimes ago, that no matter what, if he heard a prayer, he would answer it. It was the first oath he made to himself upon becoming a full-fledged god, and one that he had upheld through the ages, through wars, and cataclysms.
And as he thinks to himself, could he answer this prayer? Yes, it was simple. Wasn't he the All-Father, the Wrath, the Will, the Way, and the Wonder ? Wasn't he the Mighty Thor ?
Never stopped, never will be stopped against any odds. He would answer this prayer. He would bring Salvation and Thunder with him.
And so, the Mighty Thor reached for his hammer, moving with a speed beyond mortal comprehension, beyond physics, beyond imagination—a blue-hot blur with the fury of a thousand storms.
His destination: a certain cardinal world. His goal: to answer a prayer.
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(Unknown point of view)
Location :Unknown
Time : Unknown
The Great Tenma War, an event recurring every 500 years, an army of Angels would manifeste to ravage the Central World, sparing none.
For Blanche Nam Silberia, witnessing the devastation within hours of its onset was a torment beyond measure.
She loathed the injustice of it all, seeing lives shattered and despair reigning supreme. Though content to rule her kingdom and guide it alongside her friend Blanc, fate had other plans.
Armageddon arrived prematurely, a hundred years ahead of schedule, leaving Blanche helpless as her friend fought to protect her.
Desperation clouded the air, and in her final moments, she resorted to the unthinkable—executing a pact with Blanc, sacrificing herself in a bid to save their kingdom.
She no reason to live anymore not ever since discovering that Guinias, her lover, was revealed to have manipulated her affections to reach Blanc, endangering their nation with his deceit.
In her last vestiges of consciousness, Blanche offered a prayer—a plea for salvation, for hope, for forgiveness, and for the chance to reunite with her mother.
As her life ebbed away, thunder rumbled in the heavens, and the world quaked.
Countless lightning bolts streaked across the sky, heralding the arrival of a being beyond mortal comprehension—a god.
Gazing upon him, Blanche beheld a figure cloaked in crackling lightning and swirling storms.
His presence radiated strength and resilience, his physique a testament to his indomitable might.
His eyes, ablaze with determination and sorrow, bore witness to the trials of his immortal existence. Adorned in regal armor, he held aloft a hammer and a sword, embodying hope amidst despair.
Despite his awe-inspiring appearance, there was compassion in his gaze as he reached out to Blanche, offering salvation in the heart of the storm. In that moment, she saw not just a god , but a protector, a savior—a king whose presence illuminated the heavens with hope.
"Child," he spoke, his voice resonating with reassurance, "fear not, for Thor has answered your call for salvation."
